socalfunplaces Chapter 73: Too Many Rich Kids?
Chapter 73: Too Many Rich Kids?
Chapter 74: Too Many Rich Kids?
The headquarters building of the World Economic News was eerily quiet.
All the employees kept their heads down at their workstations, afraid of attracting the president's attention.
In a corner near the corridor, two newly hired clerks were whispering to each other, using a file rack as cover.
"Sigh, why did President Mosting call the editor-in-chief and the others over again? How many times has this happened this month?"
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The young clerk looked somewhat uneasy. Her slightly older colleague glanced around before leaning closer and whispering, "Huh? You didn't know? News just came in this morning that the Whitebeard Pirates, who were so powerful in the New World, have been completely absorbed into the Golden Grand Fleet!"
"Such a huge headline, and it was published first by the Gaya Daily! Our newspaper was a whole day later!"
The young clerk gasped, her face turning deathly pale: "Ah! It's the Gaya Daily again?! We're doomed—the editor-in-chief and the others are definitely finished this time—"
Indeed, the atmosphere in the president's office had reached freezing point.
The current president of World Economic News Agency, Mostin, is a slightly overweight man in his prime.
"Snapped!"
Mostin slammed his hand hard on the solid wood desk, making the pen on the desk jump.
The six editors-in-chief of the newspaper stood in front of the desk, all with their heads down, silent and trembling, not daring to even breathe loudly.
"A bunch of useless idiots! Tell me why! Why didn't you get any firsthand news about the New World's rising stars, the Whitebeard Pirates, joining the Golden Grand Fleet?!"
Mostin spat directly at the heads of the six editors: "Why is it always those bitches from the Gaya Daily who beat us to it!"
"This is the fourth time in the past six months! The fourth time! Where do you think I'm supposed to put my face?!"
One of the editors, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, couldn't hold back any longer. He looked up, his voice full of grievance: "President, this—this really isn't our fault."
"The Nagaya Daily News is actually part of the same family as the Golden Fleet. Their leaders are the mermaid twin sisters from the Secretariat of the Gaya United Kingdom."
"They themselves are the inside story! How could our reporters, planted all over the world, possibly be faster than them?"
"Hey! You dare talk back!"
While still in a bad mood, Mostin was completely enraged by his subordinate's backtalk, and his face turned red on the spot.
"Knock knock knock".
The editor-in-chief, who was huddled at the back, turned around when he heard the knock on the door, and then was instantly overjoyed. He hurriedly shouted, "Oh my! It's young master Morgans! President! Young master Morgans is here!"
"I'm not deaf!"
Mostin glared fiercely at the editor-in-chief, waving his hand impatiently as if shooing away flies: "Get out! Get out of here, all of you! A bunch of useless bastards! You can't even get a headline, what am I paying you for! All of you get back to work! Your bonuses for this month are all gone!"
The six editors-in-chief, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, repeatedly responded with "Yes, yes, yes," and slunk out of the president's office.
Once only the father and son remained in the office, Mostin let out a long sigh, his angry expression quickly replaced by one of weariness and indulgence.
He bent down and picked up the few things standing at the door.
Little Morgans reached out and touched his father's still slightly flushed cheeks, asking softly, "Dad, did the uncles and their men manage to steal the Gaya Daily again?"
"Yeah, we never actually robbed it."
Mostin carried his son to the large sofa and sat down. His tone was much calmer than before: "Although we can't really blame them too much this time, it's the fourth time in the past six months!"
"Hmph! These good-for-nothings aren't even as good as my son! My son is not even ten years old, but he can use his Devil Fruit ability to control seagulls to solve the newspaper delivery problem for the newspaper company, greatly improving efficiency."
"And what about them? They can't even get a headline!"
He ruffled his son's hair: "Scolding them today was too lenient! If there's a next time, you'll see how I deal with them!"
The New World, Beehive Island.
Inside a building on the island, Locke D. Bezier was deep in thought, looking at two newspapers on a long table in front of him.
"Hiccup—Boss, don't worry about it too much—"
Captain John slumped to one side, leaning against a huge barrel of wine, a flask still clutched in his hand. He let out a loud burp and said, his eyes glazed with drunkenness, "First come, first served—burp—it's just how it is—when we first met Edward—burp—didn't he say he had a bet with someone?"
"But I never expected—hiccup—that the person he made the bet with—was actually that Golden Emperor—"
"John!"
Standing next to Lockes, Wang Zhi suddenly roared, his tone even showing some anger at his son's lack of ambition: "What Golden Emperor! How come even you are letting that brat shamelessly give himself that title!"
"We should call him the Gold Robber! Look! Now this robber is not only stealing money, he's also fucking kidnapping people!"
"Edward Newgate was someone the boss went to great lengths to get to know! And that kid just snatched him away!"
"Thump!"
Lockes slammed his fist on the stone table in frustration, and a spiderweb of cracks immediately spread across the hard surface.
Wang Zhi immediately fell silent, lowering his head dejectedly. John also shook his head, sat up slightly, and put the wine jug aside.
"There's no point in bringing up the past."
Lox's voice was deep: "How are the other people you contacted doing now?"
Wang Zhi stood to the side, stammering and avoiding eye contact, barely managing to utter a few words.
John, however, patted his face and, reeking of alcohol, said, "The progress on the Xiongdan and Ganzi sides is going smoothly; it should be close to being confirmed."
"We're still in contact with Malone; that guy has a rather strange temper. And that woman named Stussy—"
John scoffed at this point, "Ha, that woman only cares about money."
"Unless the Golden Emperor she's obsessed with doesn't fancy her, she could stay in the presidential palace on Gaya Island for the rest of her life."
"What?!"
Wang Zhi's anger, which he had just suppressed, flared up again: "How dare that woman!"
"She hasn't even met that kid yet, and she dares to so directly reject the Rocks Pirates' invitation?! Who gave her the guts?!"
"Snapped!"
Rocks slapped Wang Zhi across the face, sending him flying with a powerful gust of air.
Lockes didn't even glance at Wang Zhi, who was grimacing as he got up from the ground; his gaze remained fixed on John.
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And what about Babel?
John shrugged helplessly: "The fish said—the Golden Emperor has done a favor for Fish-Man Island, and he's willing to join us as long as we don't become his enemy. Otherwise, there's no point in discussing it."
Locus: "————"
Seeing his boss fall silent again, John stroked the prickly stubble on his chin, thought for a moment, and added, "Um—boss, I've recently come across a promising young talent."
"Oh?" Lox raised an eyebrow slightly, signaling him to continue.
"A kid who used to be a guard in the Kingdom of Vodka—"
John stroked his chin and recalled, "He wasn't very old, but his physical fitness was incredibly strong. He had a lot of brute force and great potential."
"He's just not very bright, and he has some self-righteous cleverness, but I think it's worth a try."
Lox hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "Name."
"I think his name is... Kai Zi Duo?"
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